With apologies and respects to Mr. Sondheim, I was a) just that bored, b) having delusions of adequacy and c) on a terrible showtunes kick lately. All the ingredients required in a recipe of disaster. But without further ado…
A Post Yet to Write
(to be sung to the tune of Comedy Tonight from A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum)
Prologue - Straight Dopers, I bid you welcome. The Dope is a temple and we are hear to worship the gods of Enlightenment and Ignorance. Tonight, I am pleased to announce some Enlightenment. We shall employ every device we know in our desire to inform you.
Something amusing, something confusing;
Something for everyone, a post yet to write!
Something abusive, something conducive;
Something for everyone, a post yet to write!
Nothing with twits, nothing with clods;
Bring on the posters, trollers and frauds!
Old conversations, new revelations;
Nothing too heavy or too light!
Real work tomorrow, a post yet to write!
Something expressive, something possessive,
Something for everyone, a post yet to write!
Something ecstatic, something dramatic
Something for everyone, a post yet to write!
Nothing with sense, nothing with taste
Obsessive behavior is not a waste!
Nothing too sassy, nothing to classy
No more citations left to cite!
Unlock the server;
A post yet to write!
Something that’s flirty, something that’s dirty;
Something for everyone; a post yet to write!
Hurtful and healing; strictly revealing:
Something for everyone, a post yet to write!
And now, the entire populace.
Something amusing, something confusing;
Something for everybody; a post yet to write!
Something that’s naughty; something that’s bawdy;
Something for everybawdy, a post left to write!
Nothing that’s good, nothing that’s bad;
Although we didn’t I wish we had!
Some revelations! More complications!
Dozens of posters are online!
Commonplace and pointless!
Theology and justice!
Those foreskins and testes!
Elections and theses!
Hypotheses!
Philosophies!
Confessions!
Depressions!
Turncoats!
Votes!
Time!
Crime!
Flamers!
Lamers!
Gamblers!
Ramblers!
Even if hoarse, no need to force;
Questions will be answered, of course!
Pilots and prophets;
Which one’s the puppet?
Everyone knows Cecil’s always right!
Real work tomorrow,
A post yet to write!